“When once the itch of literature comes over a man, nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen. But if you have not a pen, I suppose you must scratch any way you can.” Samuel Lover, “Handy Andy,” 1842
Marker depicting some of the petroglyphs that can be seen below the cliff from the viewing platform. — Photo by Pat Bean
Newspaper Rock
The newspaper I found as I continued my travels on old Route 66 through the Petrified Forest National Park was 650 to 2000 years old. And it wasn’t written on paper pages.
Newspaper Rock, a National Historic Landmark. — Photo by Pat Bean
It was scratched in desert varnish on large boulders. And I couldn’t understand it. Neither can the experts.
Actually, in today’s age we would probably call it graffiti.
Were the petroglyphs carved into the rock by wise men among the Puerco River Valley Indian farmers who lived in the area?
Or were they done by bored Indian teenagers wanting to leave their mark on something?
Up close details — Photo by Pat Bean
As usual, the landscape I’m wandering through has me wondering again.
I love it.
“To raise new questions, new possibilities, to regard old problems from a new angle, requires creative imagination and marks real advance in science.: – Albert Einstein
Bean’s Pat: Everyday Sunshine: Get Close http://tinyurl.com/73enmyg I dare you to look into these birds’ eyes – even if you’re not an avid birdwatcher like me, I think you will be amazed.
*This recognition is merely this wandering/wondering old broad’s way of bringing attention to a blog I enjoyed – and thought perhaps my readers might, too. The Pat on the back is presented with no strings attached. May 25, patbean.wordpress.com
